The Wolf was on a rampage again, standing like a mountain with dark fur and ice blue eyes. The Werewolf named Bjórn Flamefist had a gaze dark like a shark with blood in the water, so angry his lips were pouring blood from his own fangs. He had shifted to his cronos/full wolf form after his old girlfriend showed up after three year's of ignoring his existence.
A few of his closest friends gathered trying to calm him but the Wolf wasn't having it, Not only was he a Lone Wolf previously the Alpha of the NightShade pack to the North he was also King of the Canadian Werewolves, A Mantle earned through blood and betrayal. His Mistress the Vampire Queen had made him submit like an Omega for decades. That finally ended when Akasha decided to have him killed by her new Consort Blake Peingborne a vile demon that took pleasure in ruining very young girls.
Bjórn had caught this predator red handed and when he took it to Akasha she ordered Bjórn's immediate extermination. Taking this all in the Wolf devoured his prey, Blake, Akasha and even half the pack had their very lives snuffed out like a candle wic.
Bjórn raged destroying his closest friend's manor ripping the front door off it's hinges and tossing it across the ten acre backyard. He turned his rage to the forest pulling up massive 300 year old trees by the roots his claws tearing through the trunks like they were made of soft rubber.
During his rage tantrum he heard crying in the wood's, He quietly searched for the sound moving like a dark shadow through the trees his body covered in the dark Aura of his one and only power like a cloak of living dark flame. Finding the source of the crying he nearly stepped on the tiny child, she had bright red hair like red flames. Large dark eyes with long lashes her tears pouring down her cheeks.
His Alpha genes automatically kick in and leans down careful not to scare the child. She looks up wipes pools of snot off on her own arm's then rases them up for a hug saying
*big doggy me uppies hold me doggy*
He holds her gently trying not to make his voice gruff as he asks her why is such an adorable child crying? His all but forgotten rage starting to raise again wondering if someone harmed her, no respectful Alpha would allow this his inner outlook is all children are Mine all babies get protected fiercely without question, the child's word's ground him.
*I Miss my Pappi, him was good daddy but he dies and now little Flamez so sad*
The Wolf sighs holding her gently in his large fury muscular arm's and speaks in her ear softly..
*lil one no more tears your Daddy is truly never really gone his presence is all around you every day he watches over you and I think he is very proud of what he sees so head up, shoulders back, deep breaths and never be afraid*
The tiny girl wipes her face in his fur making a snot mess in his dark fur yuck but he says no more. She looks up with a big sad grin her huge eye's shining
*fank you doggy you sound just like him*
She gives him a big hug, then slowly gets up looking a bit scared.
*has someone scared you Lil one? Here take this it's a gift to you if you ever get scared someone bad tries to hurt you just open this bottle and say DIE!!*
The Wolf pulls out a small fairy bottle places a tiny ember of his dark living flame inside it.
*Oohh pwetty fwame is for Lil Flamez?*
*yes it is resistant to all magic is the hottest flame there is and it's a living creature it will eat anything burn it to ash so be very careful with it*
The tiny child skips away excited playing with the tiny bottle necklace talking to the living dark flame inside.
The Wolf goes for a run trying to calm his inner beast and lock it away to Don the human form once again. Racing fast in the trees just a dark shadow blurring in and out of sight.